Restless type. Mostly irony-free wingnut. Celebrator of trees. Stilt walker. Given to rare fits of poetry. Boot junkie and whiskey enthusiast. Blabbermouth with only a vague notion of TMI. Vermont secessionist expatriate. Moss sniffer. Stray cat petting machine. Alternative school graduate. Mountain admirer. Tattooed non-professional. Mild-mannered atheist and polite anarchist. Big city person with rural inclinations, or maybe it's the other way around.
My name is Nicole Cipri. I'm a writer and a wingnut, among other things. This is my tumblr, aka, a curated mess of memes and half-finished thoughts.
Q: Who are you freaks?
We’re k8 and N. We’re HERE, We’re QUEER, and WE HAVE THINGS WE WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT. Also, we have tea. (Sometimes, there are even cookies.)
Q: Why do you call yourselves queer? Isn’t that the same thing as gay, only for people who went to liberal arts colleges?
A: Queer is a gesture of defiance. While the mainstream gay movement and the queer movement have a few places where they meet, they don’t share an agenda. Queers are more focused on liberation than acceptance.
Also, we’re not exclusively homo-oriented. N is pansexual, or as they realized one night at the bar, “I totally don’t have a type.” K8 is into cats (but not like that) and Tom Hardy (totally like that). And probably Helen Mirren too, because who wouldn’t hit that? But if they had a type, it would probably be ‘butchness,’ in all its forms.
Q: Are you women or are you men?
Or, what happens when k8 and I make a FAQ for our queer blog, with additional support from booze, LP, and giggling.